National Arts Centre, Canberra

I met you on a hot spring mosquito laden night

We laughed

out loud

You were under the influence

of my intoxicating humor

Or perhaps too many Black Russians

Exchanging glances

with the slightest of smiles

not perceived by others

Then as the moonlight whispered it’s goodbye

over the mountain top

You left

without a parting gesture

A lasting memory

of missed chances and what might have been

And many mosquito bites!